Henry shook his head and looked at Zhou Mi who was watching him closely. There was no way. NO WAY. No way, he was starting to like Zhou Mi. Just because he happened to like the smooth whiteness of Zhou Mi’s skin, just because he liked that smile, just because Zhou Mi’s laughter was slightly addicting, just because Henry liked Zhou Mi hugs, did NOT mean he liked Zhou Mi. He didn’t like Zhou Mi.

He only liked Zhou Mi as a brother, as a friend. He didn’t like Zhou Mi.

Henry almost laughed out with relief when he realized how dumb he was being. Of course he didn’t like Zhou Mi.

“Hey, Henry-ah?” Zhou Mi asked tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t like you!”



YOU LIKE ZHOU MI NOW SHUT UP AND GET TOGETHER ALREADY.





lol i'm yelling at a character in a story written in an au of the actual person's real life...